“Saturday afternoon about 4:30 o’clock a messenger dashed into Coroner Davidson’s office at the corner of Gay and Second streets, and informed that gentleman that his services were needed at the residence of Aaron Thomas, a Bucktown citizen living on Fourteenth street.”
“On the way out the messenger informed the coroner that Aaron’s wife was dead, having swallowed a big dose of morphine. Of course Dr. Davidson got a hustle on himself hoping to save the woman. When he arrived at the house he found the woman lying on the floor surrounded by a group of sorrowing friends. She was foaming and frothing at the mouth and apparently in great agony.”
“A hasty examination satisfied the coroner that the woman was simply dead—drunk and he so informed the friends. This seemed to arouse the corpse for she sprang to her feet and, seizing a flat iron, made for Coroner Davidson with the intention of “cleaning him out.” After some scienced dodging on the part of that gentleman he closed with the infuriated woman and wrested the iron from her. He then made his escape from the house.”
“Mrs. Thomas is a white woman better known as Mrs. Bragg and has a reputation in police court circles. She is married to Aaron Thomas, a big darkey.”1
